Now all he had to do was persuade the other Gauls to take part.
Preoccupied, Spartacus did not notice Restio scurry away from the crowd.
Rather than go to the surgeon to have his injury tended, Spartacus headed straight for the baths. He’d seen Castus and Gannicus heading in there with a bunch of their men. ‘Carbo, come with me,’ he ordered when they’d reached the door. ‘The rest of you, stay here.’
Carbo was thrilled to be picked, but his stomach twisted with tension. This could get very nasty.
‘Once we’re out, where’s the best place for us to head?’ Spartacus’ attention was already focused on the men within the changing room. They moved out of his way, and he smiled, aware that with the blood covering much of his face, he must look outlandish. There was no sign of the Gaulish leaders, which meant that they’d already progressed into the tiled bathing area.
I can be useful to him! I know the whole region. ‘What are you looking for?’
‘Somewhere secure. Hard to reach. Easily defendable. A mountain, or perhaps a forest.’ Once we’re there we can decide what to do.
‘Vesuvius.’
Spartacus looked at him blankly.
‘The flat-topped peak that’s visible to the south of here. The lower slopes are farmed, but not many people visit the summit. It’s supposed to be one of Vulcan’s resting places.’
A memory tugged at Spartacus, but, feeling impatient, he took no notice. ‘It sounds perfect. What about the surrounding countryside?’
‘It’s mostly full of latifundia.’ He saw Spartacus’ interest. ‘They’d be easy pickings.’
‘Good.’ Spartacus beckoned him closer. ‘Castus and Gannicus need to be persuaded that joining us would be a good idea. It’s your job to sell Vesuvius to them. Think you can do it?’
‘Yes,’ said Carbo confidently. This was no time to appear indecisive.
Spartacus clapped him on the arm. ‘Follow me.’
Ignoring the curious looks of the others present, the pair went into the frigidarium. The cold room was empty, so they moved on to the caldarium, which was packed. Ribald banter and gossip filled the muggy air. Men lounged about on the tiles or in the warm water, luxuriating in the heat. This was one of the few indulgences in the gladiators’ lives. Castus, a short man with bright red hair, was at one end of the pool with a number of his followers while Gannicus, moon-faced and jovial, occupied the opposite end with a gaggle of his. Both were studiously ignoring the other.
Spartacus strode to the midpoint of the pool so that the two leaders could see him.
All conversation ceased.
Spartacus leered. Blood had run from his nose down into his mouth, staining his teeth red. He’s like some kind of crazed demon, thought Carbo with a thrill of fear.
‘You think I look bad?’ Spartacus’ gaze moved from Castus to Gannicus and back again. ‘Ha! Take a peek at Crixus next time you see the prick.’
‘Why in Hades’ name did you pick a fight with him?’ asked Castus.
‘To make the fool see sense.’
‘Sense? Crixus?’ Gannicus tapped the side of his head. ‘Not much chance of that.’ He laughed, but there was no humour in his eyes.
‘My tactic worked.’
In the silence that followed, Carbo saw the two leaders lean forward with interest. He glanced at Spartacus, realising that his delay in continuing was deliberate.
‘Crixus has agreed to join me and Oenomaus,’ he said at last.
‘And you want us to take part too,’ said Gannicus softly. ‘That’s why you’re here.’
‘Yes.’
‘What will you do if we refuse?’ asked Castus.
‘Kill you both.’
Carbo shot a look at Spartacus. What’s he playing at? There are at least twenty Gauls present.
Castus’ nostrils pinched white. ‘You dare to threaten us in front of our men?’
‘We could have you slain on the spot,’ threatened Gannicus. His eyes flickered, and several Gauls took a step towards them.
Spartacus didn’t even turn his head, and Carbo marvelled at his cool. He was fighting an overwhelming urge to piss.
‘Killing us would be easy. I knew that when I walked in the door,’ revealed Spartacus. ‘But I came in with only Carbo because I know that you won’t want to miss out on our opportunity.’ He paused. ‘Did you know that Crassus is going to buy twenty gladiators from Batiatus? To fight in mortal combats?’
‘What?’ cried Castus. Despite his diminutive size, he was one of the top fighters in the ludus. Gannicus was also clearly unhappy. His expression was mirrored by many of the men around the pool.
‘Ask any of the guards.’
‘Supposing it’s true,’ said Castus. ‘Why would that make us join you? We have no weapons, and all Batiatus’ men have bows. It’d be a slaughter.’
‘No, it wouldn’t!’ Spartacus replied contemptuously. ‘What can thirty guards do if nearly two hundred gladiators set upon them? Fuck all! We will succeed.’
Castus and Gannicus stared at each other. Carbo could tell that neither wanted to make the first move. Yet the eager muttering that had broken out among their men had to be answered. He felt Spartacus nudge him. ‘Now’s your chance.’ Loudly, Spartacus said, ‘Listen to the new auctoratus. He’s a local.’
Carbo cleared his throat. ‘There’s a huge mountain not far from here. Vesuvius, it’s called. It’s flat-topped, and hard to climb. It would be a good place to hide out. The land around it is given over to large farms, which would provide us with plenty of food and equipment.’
‘And women!’ cried a Gaul.
Carbo gaped. He hadn’t considered that option, and didn’t know how to answer.
Spartacus did. This hadn’t been his game plan, but it was imperative that Castus and Gannicus gave him their support. ‘There’ll be lots of women to be had. Plump ones. Skinny ones. Field slaves. Domestic slaves. More than any of you can fuck!’
A vociferous growl of approval met these words.
‘Well, when you put it like that,’ said Gannicus, leering, ‘it’s hard to refuse.’
His men began to cheer.
Yes! Spartacus’ gaze swivelled to Castus, who shrugged. ‘I’m sure my lot wouldn’t want to miss out. Would you, lads?’
The walls resounded with the din of a score or more of men bellowing in unison.
Spartacus raised his hands and, to Carbo’s surprise, the noise diminished at once.
‘If Batiatus or Phortis hear a word of this, we’ll be royally fucked.’
‘My boys can keep their mouths shut,’ said Gannicus.
‘Mine too.’ Castus’ eyes reminded Carbo of a snake’s. ‘Anyone who doesn’t will end up with his throat cut.’
‘Excellent. We’ll talk later, before we’re locked in for the night.’
‘When do we make our move?’ asked Castus.
The room went deathly silent.
‘There’s no point hanging about,’ Spartacus replied. ‘Tomorrow or the next day.’
‘You move fast,’ said Castus.
‘It’s too dangerous to delay. There’s always at least one rat in the grain store.’
‘I know what you mean,’ growled Castus. ‘I vote for tomorrow.’
‘Me too,’ added Gannicus keenly.
‘I’m not going to argue with that. The moment that they hand out the practice weapons then,’ answered Spartacus with a tight smile. Thank you, Great Rider!
Carbo waited until they were safely outside before he said anything. ‘You promised them indiscriminate rape!’
‘Of course I did.’
‘That’s barbaric!’
Spartacus stopped dead in his tracks. ‘You don’t have to come along if you don’t want to, boy.’
Carbo’s heart pounded. He didn’t want to be left behind. ‘No. I’m coming,’ he muttered.
‘Fine. Next time I want advice on tactics, I’ll ask you.’
Carbo coloured, and said nothing.
‘If it’s any consolation, I don’t like the idea of it either. But it’s going to happen anyway, no matter what. I won’t encourage it, but that’s how war is. All I did was to use the idea to turn the tide in my favour. If I hadn’t, Castus and Gannicus could well have refused to join me.’ Spartacus clapped him on the shoulder. ‘Us.’